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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 12:57:13 GMT -6
We head backstage. There seems to be a bit of commotion occurring. The Silver Squid is reclined against the wall, checking his phone idly. Meanwhile, the Orange Octopus is standing in front of four men that we can only see the back of.
Orange Octopus: You are the elite of the elite.
The sexy saxophone of Glenn Frey's You Belong To The City kicks. Everybody turns and notices it's Silver Squid's phone.
Silver Squid: What? It's a good song. I need to take this.
Silver Squid exits quietly. Orange Octopus shakes his head a few times before going back to the matter at hand.
Orange Octopus: Before that gay moment, I was talking about how qualified each of you are to protect us, well, me.
Orange Octopus steps the first person and the camera reveals. It's a white man in a pink shirt with hip-hop nonsense on it and he's wearing a HUGE hubcap chain around his neck.
Orange Octopus: P-Swag. You are the token black man of the security team.
P-Swag nods his white head a few times.
P-Swag: Word to big bird, homie G!
Orange Octopus: Indeed, it is cold outside.
Orange Octopus turns to the next person in line. This man is wearing a blue luchador mask in the style of a cockroach/bellpepper love child.
Orange Octopus: Bluepepper, you are the token Mexican of the group. While Squid and I are undoubtedly Hispanic too, we cannot pull it off as well as you can.
Bluepepper strikes a mean pose out of nowhere. He holds it...for a long time.
Bluepepper: 'CALIENTE~!
Orange Octopus: Yeah, I like Taco Bell too.
Orange Octopus goes to the next person. It's the Assault Breacher Vehicle; Omar Wise.
Orange Octopus: Now...
Omar Wise holds his hand up and shakes his head. He then just leaves, refusing to be apart of this any longer.
P-Swag: Hell yea! Only room for one black man in this outfit.
P-Swag configures his sweaty white fingers into a gang sign. Orange Octopus sighs heavily and moves to the last member of the security detail.
Orange Octopus: And lastly, Greg. You are in charge of these band of warriors.
Greg: I HAVE A WHISTLE.
And Greg toots, or at least attempts to, on his whistle.
Greg: WHISTLES MAKE GREG LOUD.
Greg wobbles his around with his bicycle helmet and fanny pack some.
Orange Octopus: Gentlemen, your mission is clear. You must protect Squid and I, or IE: Just me, against all these stalkers and D'Artis Johnsons running around.
Orange Octopus breaks the huddle with a clapping of hand. Everyone disburses except for P-Swag.
P-Swag: Hell yea.
With that, we head back to the ring.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 12:55:02 GMT -6
The feed opens up to a children's playground, as the camera immediately zooms in on a figure by the swing-set as he rocks back and fourth aimlessly with his head titled askew. As he rebounds from his current rock forward, his feet suddenly slam onto the gravel, causing his momentum to cease. He purposelessly kicks the unconsolidated mixture of rock and pebbles while his eyes remained trained at on his lower extremities, appearing to be locked in a deep, dark corner of his subconscious. However after a brief moment, the commotion of feet beating into rock subsides as the figure rises from the his seat. He walks forward toward the camera, only to stop and survey the area, his eyes darting from the slide, to the jungle gym, and all the way to the sand-box. Seemingly taking a nostalgia trip, he breathes deeply, before speaking in a sullen tone.
Man: The joy... the jubilation... do you remember your childhood? This is where the magic happened... this is the proverbial fun factory that we looked forward to during our adolescence. Every school day we'd stare at the clock with obsessive anticipation, waiting for the school bell to chime it's final time so we could burst through the doors, often trampling one another so we could be the first to climb the monkey bars, to play hopscotch and jump rope or ride down the slides. Recess was the most important part of our childhood, and it is here where some our fondest memories were carved in our minds, etched in stone forever.
The brooding figure slowly plods toward the slide, taking a moment to look over the structure before gradually ascending up the ladder. He momentarily closes his eyes whilst washing his hand over it, the gesture causing those aforementioned memories to quickly comeback. Opening his eyes again, he stares into the camera with his face completely impassive and devoid of emotion.
Man: Fond memories, or maybe suppressed nightmares... For every child that gleefully played in this playground, there was one child that was getting beaten up by bullies because he learned at a quicker pace than everyone else... because he came from a different ethnic or social background... because his name was unique... When we were young, we couldn't wait for recess, to get out here and have the time of our lives... but that meant for some of us the constant humiliation, the constant abuse, the constant teasing and being picked last or never at all to play sports or ever getting chosen as the goose to go chase after the duck. No... for some of us this wasn't a playground for innocent children, this was hell on earth and the beginning of our downward spirals into sadness, self-hatred and misfortune.
What do I remember about my childhood? I remember the scars, the mental and physical scars that I've carried my entire life... they're my keepsake, my mementos, my souvenirs... They're tokens that cannot be lost or given back. I hold them like a grudge, or a burden, they're the weight of the world and I am Atlas.
So what is my greatest souvenir? Was it the divorce of my parents at my young, impressionable age? Was it the death of my grandmother, the woman that had taken on the role of my guardian for most of my life because my parents were abrasive and incoherent? No... my greatest souvenir was watching as countless children stood at the top of THIS slide, on the proverbial mountain, filled with joy and completely elated. I merely dreamed that one day I could overcome the affliction and the pain, and some day join them, and feel what it was like... to taste that euphoria. That hope... that sense of entitlement...THAT was the greatest fallacy of all. He slowly slides down, only to remain seated at the bottom; as his words reverberate in the back of his mind, he contemplates his next ones. He places his hands on his laps, once again staring into the camera with a face that was vacant of emotion and feeling.
Man: I'm the physical embodiment of those children that never got to ride down the slide during recess and went on to fulfill their destiny as outcasts and pariahs in high school, and so were never invited to parties and gatherings by the self-absorbed 'in-crowd'. I'm the physical embodiment of girls that cut themselves in bathroom stalls because they were picked on by the cliques full of snobbish females and told they weren't pretty, or cool enough because they didn't own every name brand. I'm the physical embodiment of the defenseless kids who were stuffed in lockers, and were consistently humiliated and made a fool of by inarticulate jocks who hit growth spurts in ninth grade and consequently got cushioned grades from teachers because they played Neanderthal sports.
I embody their pain... their misfortune... their sorrow and depression... and I will use it against all of you... you people who enjoyed your childhood while the rest of us were abashed and mortified. I've become a professional wrestler because I enjoy beating on people like you... the bullies, the prom queens... the rich kids. I'm going to show you what pain is...
He climbs back to his feet, slowly approaching the camera. He grabs it, pulling it closer to his face, his expressionless, emotionless mug. He pondered his thoughts once more, his mind a menagerie of chaos and pain.
Man: The hands are the windows to the soul... and I will show you what lies beneath my flesh and bones. And like guns my hands will turn your world into my personal Columbine.
And I will be your reckoning...
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 12:51:13 GMT -6
Singles Match Summer vs. Carlos Cobelli
Dick Morosi: Tensions are already running high, two weeks away from March of War! Hello everyone, I'm Dick Morosi, alongside Seth Ericson, for what will prove to be an exciting night here in EXODUS Pro!
Seth Ericson: You got that right- Ulysses and Iwakuma need to be careful, or they're gonna have an entire mob of people after them!
Dick Morosi: It's bad enough they have Omar Wise and Fiona Rourke to deal with, Seth. On top of that, it's Johnny Cannon and Abby Park for the last slot in the Winter Road semi-finals! New debuts all over, and we're kicking that off...right now! Zinkus; take it away!
David Zinkus: This contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Coming to the ring first, hailing from Phoenix, Arizona and weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds... SUMMMMMMMEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!
A girlish giggle shatters the silence, bringing the crowd to their feet. "Bring 'Em Down" by Lostprophets kicks into high gear over the speakers while red and white spotlights swirl around the crowd. A video package bracketed in sunny yellows and oranges appears on the tron, showing a dark haired woman launching herself from every height imaginable, crashing down on both men and women.
ONE! One chance with life is all you get TWO! So pick your side and place your bet THREE! Cause you know we've been here before FOUR! Won everytime but who's keeping score? FIVE! Still kicking, still alive SIX! We built this to survive SEVEN! Everyday is a blessing EIGHT, NINE, TEN! Here we go again!
Summer appears at the top of the ramp, pumping her arm in the air. She jumps up and down with huge energy and enthusiasm before she sprints to the ring, springing from the floor to the apron in one bounce. She scales the ropes and thrusts both arms in the air, flashing a peace sign with her right and a 'devil horns' rock fist with her left at the crowd. She poses like this for a second before doing a backflip off the top rope, landing in the middle of the ring as the crowd pops loudly.
David Zinkus: And her opponent, hailing from Buenos Aires, Argentina and weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds... CARLOS! COBELLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIII!
The slow, luxurious chords of the Buena Vista Social Club hit the arena's PA system, which along with blue and yellow lights heralds the entrance of the self-proclaimed "Greatest Wrestler in Argentine History," Carlos Cobelli.
Matching the pace of his idiosyncratic entrance music, Carlos hardly takes his time walking down the entrance ramp, posing and gesticulating with hardly any concerns for time whatsoever.
Finally, he reaches the ring, climbs the top turnbuckle and, with both hands at his lips, blows a big kiss to a crowd that he believes to be firmly in his corner. They do not reciprocate.
Dick Morisi: Cobelli is fresh of a victory over Seth's favourite wrestler, Daniel Prophet. And Summer is new here in Exodus Pro. This should be an intriguing battle.
Seth Ericson: Daniel Prophet is not my favourite wrestler. Dick.
Dick Morosi: The bell has rung and this one is on!
Cobelli waves the hand of dismissal at Summer. He seems to that that girl is no threat to him. Summer moves closer and the Argentinian just laughs. Seth Ericson: OH SHIT!
Dick Morosi: Summer just smashed Cobelli in the nose with a closed fist and he is bleeding.
A now angry Cobelli charges Summer, but she ducks under his wild clothesline swing and takes him down with a drop toe hold. She runs to the corner, and he gets up. Summer springboards out of the corner and drives a brutal springboard knee into Cobelli's nose sending him crashing to the mat.
Seth Ericson: That nose just HAS to be broken after that!
Summer continues with her momentum and climbs the opposite turnbuckle.
Dick Morosi: FALLING STAR!!
Seth Ericson: This one is over!! Count with me Dick.
Dick & Seth: ONE!
Dick & Seth: TWO!!
Dick & Seth: THREE!!!
David Zinkus: And your winner.... SUMMER!!!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 12:48:29 GMT -6
Hard open on the stern visage of the Boss Man, Jon Collins. He stands in the concrete confines of the RIMAC’s parking structure, dressed sharply. He still had to run this place, even if he was itching to get into the spandex and have one more match. But something drew his attention...
That would be the woman standing beside him. Fiona Rourke, the Strong Style Pixie. She reaches out, patting Jon on the shoulder.
Fiona Rourke: Relax, Captain. They’re not gonna show up first thing at the show. You know they never usually do.
Jonathan Collins: But-
A door to the building opens, and out piles the troops. The cameraman turns, aiming the thing at the crowd coming out... Every face a pro wrestler. Every one of them a contracted person for Exodus Pro wrestling. Abby Park was there. And Jafreese Frazier. Daniel Prophet. Johnny Cannon. Alex Brooks. Orange Octopus and Silver Squid were conspicuously there, their foam-rubber heads sticking up out of the crowd. In fact, it was the entire roster, sans a short list of names.
Starmakers Limited’s two-man power trip, the Space Pharoah Zortalk and Omar Wise. Daisuke Iwakuma. Itsumo Ichi. Kliff Ulysses.
Jonathan Collins: Whether you all like one another or hate one another, we’re all in this to make money and put on a good wrestling show, right?
A grumbled chorus of “yeah” and “sure” and “money is good” and an Octopus-scented “Hey Abby, can I see down your shirt?” goes up. Jon narrows his eyes, but Fiona steps up.
Fiona Rourke: WE’RE ALL HERE TO BE PRO WRESTLERS, RIGHT?!
YEAH!
Fiona smirks and glances to Jon, who just nods appreciatively to his girl.
Jonathan Collins: So, if any of you all find someone involved in this weird stalking thing, these Youtube games, or any other stuff aimed at bringing this company down and losing you all your jobs, you’ll let me know?
Another mumbled chorus of “okay” and “I’m hungry” and “WHERE THE WHITE WOMEN AT?!” and “YES SIR” goes up. Jon sighs heavily, looking to Fiona... As a BMW 725i pulls into the parking garage, heading straight for the mass of bodies. It wasn’t racing in or anything, intent on casualties... But it was conspicuous by its aim. Jon steps to the side, moving on over to talk to the driver. The car pulls up, and the tinted window rolls down...
Donovan Torment: So. How much if we all go party-style?
Jonathan Collins: Very classy, Donovan. We were talking about being in this together, since this is our company.
Donovan Torment: Well.
He puts the car into park, and pops the door, climbing on out. The passenger and backseat doors both open, and Zortalk slips out of shotgun, Omar Wise out of the back. The whole car lurches and shakes when Omar clambers from the thing. The big man is dressed in trackpants and a light windbreaker, all gray and dark green. Zortalk is dressed in an elegant Space Egyptian robe that looks mysteriously much like a finely crafted Mexican poncho, an overdramatic headdress and a pair of expensive counterfeit sunglasses.
Donovan Torment: Far be it for me to defy orders, MISTER Collins. You get the brute squad on up, and we’ll be good little boys. Let me just get the chains...
Donovan pops the trunk with the keyfob, heading for the back of the car. Collins steps around the car door, heading for Donovan’s side, but Omar has already moved in the way of the Manager of Kings.
Omar Wise: I’m not wearing any more chains.
Torment glances to Collins, smiling helplessly, and scurries to the back of the car, grabbing up the bag of chains and manacles from the trunk.
Donovan Torment: Hey, listen, we-
Omar Wise: The joke has run its course. I AIN’T WEARING CHAINS.
The moment between Torment and Wise is a tense one. The big man loomed menacingly over Torment, before Jonathan Collins, sick of this shit, stepped in.
Jonathan Collins: GENTLEMEN. I don’t want you to wear any chains. In fact, Omar, I’m not even gonna give you a security detail this show. On top of that, I think you get the damn point.
Both Donovan and Omar look to Collins, confusion written on their face. Zortalk swaggers over, standing beside his big Breacher buddy. Omar glances to Zortalk, then back to Jon.
Jonathan Collins: Look, Omar. We’ve had our differences in the past. I know you and Donovan don’t think too highly of me. But between this stalker watching me, Fiona and Madison, these videos promising change and violence... I don’t know what to think. But I know that SOMEONE wishes ill for Exodus Pro.
Collins steps up to Omar, a finger coming out to tap on Omar’s breast, just above his heart.
Jonathan Collins: And I know you are thinking of yourself as an E-Pro guy deep in here. You want to be the World Champion of somewhere, not the man who closed a company’s doors. So I want to let you do that.
Now listen...people don’t realize what Daisuke’s endgame is. He and I have a connection I can’t exactly explain to all of you just yet. The fact is, Daisuke plans on bringing great evil into this company...people that you don’t quite realize just how dangerous they are. I’m looking at all of you to join me in making sure this does not happen. If he gets one inch, just one inch, then the LEGION wins.
Omar Wise: Whether someone wants t’ kill this place or not... I’m jus’ assumin’ all the videos come from one group. And they said they intended to make the Assault Breacher Vehicle fall. If they wanted t’ get me on their bad side... They succeeded.
Omar gives a firm nod, and looks around the parking lot, then to the crowd.
Omar Wise: I don’t trust any of these new hires. Any one of ‘em could be Mister Video Man. And on top o’ dat, I don’t know about you and your management. Your leadership. Your girl. But I know that you’re a better payin’ boss than any others I’ve had. And I’m doin’ well for myself here. I’m gonna stick around here, make my name for myself with this place. An’ the only way the Assault Breacher Vehicle is gonna fall to these suckas is if they get a much bigger tank.
Jonathan Collins: It’s nice to know that even if they have an army... We have an Omar.
Zortalk leanes on Omar’s shoulder, arms crossed, shades still pushed up.
Zortalk: There’s no glory to be gained in chasing a child, man. By haunting the innocent, all you’re doing is tarnishing your own soul. Omar and Fiona are gonna fight, no doubt... But we’re all about the paradigm of glorious combat, not the shadow of lurking doom. The Space Pharoah works for Exodus Pro, despite the Biblical conflict. Space Egypt will form an Alliance with the Exodus.
Donovan Torment: Besides, why would we want to give up a stable paycheck? No, Starmakers Limited is definitely joining up with Hashtag Exodus Assemble.
Collins glances over to his significant other, who has both eyes locked on Omar Wise.
Fiona Rourke: Omar, I think you’re a bully and you’re not half as nasty as you think you are. But I’d rather have you by my side than behind me... Or against me.
Omar nods, face blank. He could accept those thoughts.
And then, another car came rolling into the lot. This one was different from the BMW. This was a jet-black sports car, all flashy and fancy... the car was simply more expensive than what should have been driven by a wrestler that wasn’t working big time companies. And it came rolling up and into the group, stopping just short of Omar Wise. Omar resolutely refused to move, standing directly in the car’s path. The thing even ended up pressing its bumper against Omar’s knees.
The ABV just put his hands on his hips, looking through the windshield. He could see very well who it was. And Daisuke Iwakuma and Kliff Ulysses hop out of the main seats of the car, driver and shotgun. Uncomfortably, Itsumo Ichi and Audrey Lloris slip out of the backseat, a tiny half-sized area perfect for one grocery bag or one child, not two adults.
Daisuke Iwakuma: What a welcoming reception. Hello, Collins-san. Donovan. Omar. Fiona.
Fiona bristles, fists clenching and teeth clamping shut. Before Fiona can come in and start ripping Daisuke a new one, Jon steps up to the plate.
Jonathan Collins: If I can prove that you’re behind this stalking stuff, first I’m gonna fire you. Then, heaven help me, I will beat you to a pulp, our sensai will spend weeks being forced to put you back together, Daisuke. What Fiona does to you tonight will be only a fraction of the hell I will put you though.
Jon glances across the car, a hand jabbing out to point at Kliff.
Jonathan Collins: And that goes double for you.
Fiona finally blows past Jon, fists shaking.
Fiona Rourke: Daisuke, I’m gonna stretch the truth out of you in that ring. If you’re doing this, if you want a fight, I’ll give it to you tonight. No mystery necessary.
Daisuke barks a laugh out, glancing around to his allies. Audrey chimes in musically. Kliff just smirks humorlessly, running a hand across the top of the car.
Fiona Rourke: And you, Kli-
As Fiona boils around the car, heading for Ulysses, she is all full of piss and vinegar, ready to explode on this dude’s ego. But just before reaching the Humanoid Typhoon, Fiona is interrupted.
There is a wall in her way now.
Omar Wise: Forget the Pixie. Forget Collins. Forget Daisuke and anything else.
Omar levels a sausagelike finger at Kliff.
Omar Wise: Tonight. You.
Kliff leans forward, a cocky grin on his lips.
Kliff Ulysses: Me? Why, Omar... I’m flattered. But after I’ve got you turning purple in the face with a Lotus Dream, I think tonight... You.
Omar Wise: You aren’t listenin’ clearly to me, Kliff. So let me say this real plain and simple, so even you ain’t gonna get confused.
Omar leans closer, his big skull coming within the personal bubble. Stranger Danger. Kliff was no coward, he’d never back down from taking a man apart with his own two hands. But the sight of Omar coming in, easily within headbutt range... Even Kliff Ulysses was ever-so-slightly offput by the look Omar was giving.
Omar Wise: Tonight... I’m gonna hurt you.
Donovan Torment: And Mister Iwakuma...
Donovan walks forward, coming up beside Omar and leaning against the immobile pillar of might beside him. Kliff Ulysses narrows his eyes and clenches both fists, glancing over to Daisuke. The Perfect Evil just snickered, reaching over to pat Kliff on the shoulder. The Humanoid Typhoon wasn’t about to start something without Disuke backing him up. And Daisuke was too confident in what was going on for Kliff to want to jump the gun and ruin Daisuke’s scheme.
Donovan Torment: I have some business to discuss with you. Our little... Arrangement? A mutual partnership? Yeah, that is not so beneficial to Starmakers Limited anymore. With your tarnished reputation and these accusations levelled against you, I’m just not sure you’re... prime material to team with. We’re just gonna go our way, and you go yours.
Donovan offers a smarmy grin, reaching into that violently red-shade of jacket, then slid a piece of paper out of the thing. It was bright pink, and was all the legalese associated with terminating someone’s employment and contract. It was snapped into Donovan’s fingertips... And extended over to Daisuke.
Donovan Torment: So, Daisuke. Bubeleh. I’m gonna have to go ahead and wish you all the best in your future endeavors.
There’s a hanging silence as Rourke, Omar, Iwakuma, and Ulysses stand in their little pairings. Fiona had come back over to shoot hatedaggers from her eyes at Daisuke. Daisuke took the pink slip, inspecting it. Kliff and Omar were doing the tough-guy eyefight. In another time, they could have been Samurai pre-duelling against each other... Even Audrey Lloris was sneering at Donovan, who winked at the lady.
To the side, Space Pharoah Zortalk and Itsumo Ichi were even halfheartedly posturing against one another, ready to jump into a fight if need be. Zortalk was gripping an elaborate scepter made to look like a golden cobra, and Ichi was glancing between Zortalk, Daisuke, Kliff, Omar... It was enough to make a head spin.
BANG
The moment of testosterone-fuelled intensity was broken by the sound of the double doors into the arena being shoved open. Emerging from the arena are the only three people it seemed were still inside; UCSD representative Stewart Q. Gadlin, his secretary Taryn Graves...and EXODUS Pro owner Rufus Frost. Frost was in a very classy-looking suit, a powerful steel gray number with a power tie. He looked like style met class and had a baby capable of putting Wall Street on a cute little leash. The wrestlers, the group by the car and every single person on the roster were immediately bumped down a step on the List-Of-Importance. There was a new top man. Frost’s voice echoes throughout the parking garage as the trio walk toward the group.
Rufus Frost: Enough. All four of you, calm down. Mr. Torment, restrain your client, Ms. Lloris, I suggest you do the same to yours.
He finishes as the three reach Jonathan Collins, who’s apprehensive at best around Gadlin. The Director of E-Pro keeps shooting glances at the quartet now behind him, but his full attention is on his boss in front of him.
Jonathan Collins: Rufus...Stewie...
Gadlin fake launches toward Jon, but stops short, looking at Taryn, who half-jokingly, half-serious “holds him back.” Rufus nods at his “top” employee.
Rufus Frost: This entire incident has gotten a bit ridiculous. I’m going to have an announcement about these stalkers later...but in the meantime. Jon...things have gotten a bit high-strung over the last couple of weeks. It’s in the best interests of EXODUS Pro that...I’m giving you the night off.
Collins’ eyes go wide in surprise, almost bursting out of his skull like some kind of cartoon. He takes a step back, one hand running through his hair, the other shooting out to wave between him and Rufus, holding off the sentence even as it floated in the air.
Jonathan Collins: Rufus, come on. That’s ridiculous! Who’s going to run things with me gone!?
Rufus Frost: I didn’t say you were leaving, Jon. Far from it; I wouldn’t expect you to leave Miss Rourke here by herself against Daisuke. You’re allowed in the building, you can make decisions regarding EXODUS, but...you’re not handling anything that comes up tonight. That...will be in the hands of Mr. Gadlin here.
If his eyes were almost out of his skull before, Jonathan Collins’ eyes would now be somewhere six feet away, and still attached to his head. His arms go into overdrive, and he begins to wave them about as much as possible. Frantic, thy name was Jonathan Collins.
Jonathan Collins: Are you KIDDING ME? Stewie? In charge of this show? Instead of me? This is nuts, man! You’re off your rocker, Rufus! There has to be a better so-
One man in the crowd raises a hand, one index finger extended upward.
Donovan Torment: I co-
Rufus Frost, Jonathan Collins, Stewart Gadlin, Daisuke Iwakuma, Kliff Ulysses, Fiona Rourke, Omar Wise and Audrey Lloris: No.
The gaze of Rufus Frost narrows as he looks his Director up and down.
Rufus Frost: I’d probably prefer to put someone more capable in charge, but with you in this state, and Riley in England, he’s the next best option I have without taking away our senior official or backstage interviewer. I have final say over what Mr. Gadlin does, and his power reaches a very short way.
Stewart, for his part, had stayed silent up to this point, but he made a concerted effort to grin smugly at Jonathan Collins.
Stewart Gadlin: Don’t worry, Jon...EXODUS is in safe hands! Very safe hands! ...THE SAFEST HAND-
Rufus reaches a hand up, stopping Gadlin in his tracks.
Rufus Frost: That’ll be enough, Mr. Gadlin.
He looks at the still assembled crowd of personnel milling about uncertainly. Even the blackshirted Exodus Pro security members(And conspicuous in front of the security crew, closest to get into the action, should there be any, was Johnny Lee Richwine.)
Rufus Frost: EVERYONE... INSIDE! We’ve got a show to put on!
The wrestlers all head inside.
Of course, Omar Wise and Kliff Ulysses...Fiona Rourke and Daisuke Iwakuma... They all refuse to take their eyes off of each other.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 27, 2013 12:47:39 GMT -6
Instead of the traditional opening, the first thing viewers see on this episode of E-Pro TV is...well... As the video ends, it fades to black...then... EXODUS Pro TV Episode #4 January 27, 2013
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 26, 2013 13:59:28 GMT -6
Hey guys.
So some of you are new to EXODUS, so I'll fill you in. We have something called the Newswire, which is a weekly roundup of tidbits and announcements. If you follow Ring of Honor, you see they do one almost daily. Ours is weekly.
I'd like to have ours up by 6pm Central tomorrow, so if you guys want to send stuff, can you have it in by 5pm Central? It'll give you guys time to let the results affect your newsbits you send in. PM them to this account and I'll work them in. Great job this week, guys!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 26, 2013 0:02:06 GMT -6
Due to circumstances beyond his control (aka the boards upgrading and swallowing a portion of his RP), Kliff Ulysses is allowed until 1am Central for an extension to post an RP. The rest of you? Thanks for playing, we'll get to scoring tomorrow! Don't forget segments are due on Saturday at midnight!
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 25, 2013 20:32:18 GMT -6
Personal Info: Name: Eric e-mail: jscorpio91@hotmail.com (I use this for everything on character) Past e-feds: FCW, NCW, wAw, PWF, SCW Messenger: ejcollazo423@hotmail.com
Character Info Real Name: Jason Rodriguez Name: Jason Scorpio Date of birth: April 16, 1985 Age: 27 Height: 6’6” Weight: 280 lbs Hometown: Miami, Florida Now Residing: Los Angeles, California Alignment: Neutral (He cares more about the win than how he does achieve it) Pic Base: Andrew “Test” Martin (Short hair) Physical Appearance: Dark Blonde hair, tattoos on both arms, tall, ripped Ethnicity: Cuban
Entrance Music: “Enter Sandman”-Metallica
Entrance Video:
Entrance Description:
Lights go out and Enter Sandman hits the P.A System, a white light illuminate the entrance and out comes Scorpio wearing a black coat that covers his wrestling attire. He walks down the ramp slowly getting a view of every single fan he can get a sight, he smirks at them and without touching any fan he continues to walk down. Scorpio hits the steel ladder and runs by it before stopping in the apron; he extends his arms and smile at the crowd before entering the ring.
Ring Attire: Long black wrestling pants, black boots, black elbow pads and black wrist bands
Strengths: 1. Experience 2. Hard Work/Work Ethic 3. Knowledge of MMA and Greco-Roman wrestling
Weaknesses: 1. Injured left leg (current) 2. Somewhat notion of knowing everything
Biography: Jason, as he prefers to be called by his ring name, was born in Cuba. Then at the age of 8 he, as a large group of Cubans, emigrated to the US; but unlike most of the Cuban immigrants his parents had some money so they went first to Mexico, where they arranged everything and then went to Miami, where he now resides. His father was a well-known real estate agent thus his family owns a lot of goods and has a lot of money. Jason never wanted to be like his father so he decided to follow his dreams, even when nobody on his family approved it, at the age of 14 he started training for boxing, muay tai and ju jitsu in a nearby gym. After learning that in that same gym a former wrestler would be teaching guys how to wrestle he decided to give it a try. He didn’t use his skills in a ring after a long period of time, because at age 18 he enlisted himself in the ARMY and was sent abroad. Once back Jason got his chance at a wrestling company earning a spot at Fusion Championship Wrestling where he held the Xtreme Title and the Television Title before the company folded. He then gave MMA a try and was fairly successful before hanging his boots and concentrating on the family business. Yet his heart wanted to be in front of the fans and he started training once more in hopes to become a wrestler and a feared name once again.
Wrestling Style: Powerhouse, Technical, Showman
Finishers 1. Tower of Pain Description: Rope Hung Neckbreaker 2. Scorpion’s Sting Description: Bicycle Kick 3. Scorpion’s Hold Description: Half Nelson Choke with Body Scissors aka. Tazzmision
Signature Moves: 1. Jawbreaker Lariat (On No DQ matches, Hardcore Matches and often when the referee doesn’t watch Scorpio uses a piece of metal on his elbow pad to increase damage on this move) 2. Running Elbow Smash (On No DQ matches, Hardcore Matches and often when the referee doesn’t watch Scorpio uses a piece of metal on his elbow pad to increase damage on this move)
Basic Move Set:
1. Flowing Snap DDT 2. Full Nelson Slam 3. Big Boot 4. Rolling Neck Snap 5. Gutwrench Powerbomb 6. Guillotine Leg Drop 7. Rolling Fireman’s carry slam 8. Cross armbreaker 9. European Uppercut 10. Belly to Back Suplex 11. Bearhug 12. Clothesline 13. Ura-nage 14. Spinning Fireman’s Carry Cutter 15. Swinging Reverse STO 16. Elevated Single Leg Boston Crab 17. STF 18. Sidewalk Slam 19. Sitout Powerbomb 20. Crucifix Armbar 21. Triangle Choke Hold 22. Ankle Lock 23. Pumphandle Slam 24. Backbreaker Drop 25. Gorilla Press Slam 26. Fujiwara Armbar 27. One-Handed Clawhold 28. Throat Trust 29. Standing Figure Four Leglock 30 Double Leg Slam
Career History (Past feds / accolades): -FCW Xtreme Champion -FCW TV Champion -SCW Tag-Team Champion
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 25, 2013 12:55:33 GMT -6
Character Info Name: Jay Encina Height: 6’3 Weight: 270 lbs Hometown: West Covina, California Alignment: Face Entrance Music: “Bring The Ruckus” by Manafest Entrance Description: The lights dims and the intro to “Bring The Ruckus” by Manafest blares throughout the whole arena. Jay comes out in his ring gear and a hoodie with his head covered with the hood. He stands on the entrance stage. He cracks his knuckles and points at one section of the crowd. He then walks cautiously down to the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He circles the ring and slaps some more hands before rolling into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and walks to the other side of the ring. He motions a cutthroat gesture before raising his arms to the delight of the fans. He walks to his corner and crouches as he rolls his wrists while awaiting his opponent. Physical Appearance: i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m607/xjayencinax/Samoa-Joe-1243_mr.jpgRing Attire: Black MMA shorts, black knee pads with kick pads, white wrist tapes. Gimmick: Bad-Ass. Think Early TNA Samoa Joe, Eddie Kingston and Taz in ECW. Personality: Jay is intense, hard-working and goal-oriented individual. He is determined to be on the top of this sport and he will do whatever it takes within the rules to get there. Strengths: 1. Fast and agile for his size 2. Hard-hitting and technical sound 3. Very, very powerful List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. Hot-headed 2. Gets easily frustrated 3. Toys around with his opponent too much. Biography: Born in single parent Filipino family based in West Covina, California, Jay found professional wrestling and spent his time watching the major promotions on television and attending the local promotions around the area as well Japanese wrestling. He eventually wrestled for his high school before enrolling at the now-defunct Japanese-ran Dojo in Los Angeles. He was one of the last graduate of the dojo and was involved heavily in their shows. After the dojo and the promotion closed, Jay found himself getting into Mixed Martial Arts. He moved to San Jose and trained under a famous MMA coach in his gym. He competed in various small-time MMA league where he had moderate success. He had his last fight in Japan last September and hasn’t fought since then. While in Japan, he was allowed to stay and train in one of the biggest promotion in Japan’s dojo and wrestled a match or two for the company. Now back in America, Jay is looking to break into the American professional wrestling scene. Wrestling Style: Japanese Shoot Style/MMA-Inspired/Power Finishers 1. Dropped Dead Driver - Northern Lights Bomb 2. Covina Clutch - Low Ki’s Dragon Clutch 3. Berzerker Barrage - Superdragon’s Violence Party Signature Moves 1. King Kong Cutter - Yokosuka Cutter 2. Misawa Special - Rolling Elbow (can be use as finisher too) Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves. 1. Stiff Kicks 2. Step Kicks 3. Rapid Knife Edge Chops 4. Gamengiri 5. Spinning Back Fist 6. Headbutt 7. Yakuza Kick 8. Powerbomb 9. Emerald Flowsion 10. Death Valley Driver 11. Samoan Drop 12. Snap Scoop Powerslam 13. Michinoku Driver 14. Belly To Belly Suplex 15. Double Underhook Suplex 16. German Suplex 17. Full Nelson Suplex 18. Tiger Suplex 19. Half Nelson Suplex 20. Capture Suplex 21. Head and Arm Trap Suplex 22. STF 23. Boston Crab 24. Ankle Lock 25. Over The Shoulder Crossface
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 24, 2013 16:50:31 GMT -6
Alright guys, let's relax. Nobody wants to back down so I'm gonna lock this up for the night.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 24, 2013 16:39:13 GMT -6
Gentlemen (and maybe ladies, who knows with you anonymous types...),
Simmer down now. Nobody's personally come to myself or to Clint about being "butthurt" or anything, so let's not throw away wild accusations. And if it's chasing off good writers, I wish they'd come talk to us.
These things are happening, maybe you guys can do things to separate yourselves from each other. Use this opportunity to communicate, maybe make some new friends. it's not that hard.
Don't make me whine, cry, and start forcing you all to listen to My Chemical Romance and Hollywood Undead (though HU has the occasional decent song, it's my opinion :-P)
Keep it clean, boys, this is a nice house we're only borrowing.
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 24, 2013 9:16:20 GMT -6
Tag Team Name: The Knights of Anarchy
Member 1: Gowan (pic base: Lawrence Gowan) Member 2: Chauncy Nottingham (pic base: Iwan Rheon)
Combined Weight: 370 lbs Team Alignment: +4
Entrance Theme: "Right Now" by Van Halen
Entrance:
"Right Now" by Van Halen begins its slow build as the crowd leaps to their feet, wildly cheering. The lights stay dim, and then fade up slowly as an orange spotlight illuminates the ramp. Two figures walk out slowly, standing back to back with their heads down and then raise their arms slowly as the lights gradually get brighter. At the precise moment the singing begins, Gowan leaps in the air, doing a high kick before sprinting towards the ring. Soaking up the approval of the fans he makes his way to the ring, followed by the more sedate Chauncy, both slapping hands with fans as they pass.
[b](Right now) Hey! It's your tomorrow (Right now) Come on, it's everything (Right now) Catch your magic moment Do it right here and now It means everything![/b]
Gowan jumps up on the apron and then springboards over the top rope while Chauncy takes his time with the steps, pausing to wipe his feet on the apron. Both scale the turnbuckles and thrust their fists in the air as the crowd gives a huge pop!
Ring Introduction: Hailing from sunny San Dimas, California, please welcome Chauncy Nottingham and Larry Gowan, together they are the KNIGHTS OF ANARCHY!
Signature Moves: 1. Double Slingshot Belly to Back Suplex 2. Double Rolling Step-Over Toe Hold Throw 3. Double Off the Top Rope Fist Drop 4. Controlled Chaos: Elevated Double Choke (Chauncy)/Off the Top Rope Bulldog Lariat (Gowan) 5. California Dreamin': Spine Bomb Slam (Chauncy)/Off the Top Rope Vertical Splash (Gowan)
Finisher(s): 1. AK-47 (Anarchist's Knightmare #47): 3/4 Face Lock Canadian Backbreaker Rack Bulldog [Chauncy]/ 360 twisting moonsault [Gowan] (The victim is lifted up over the Chauncy’s shoulder so the victim is facing upwards and their back is held over the shoulder of Chauncy. Chauncy locks his arms around the victim’s torso as if he’s giving the victim a powerbomb or Canadian Backbreaker Rack. Chauncy then flips the victim over so they are facing downward and falling. As the victim is falling down, Chauncy applies a 3/4 face lock (basically, the victim’s head is now on Chauncy’s shoulder with Chauncy forming a headlock around the top of their head while he has his back to the victim) and drops to the mat, impacting the victim’s chin into his shoulder. He follows this with an elbow to the face as the victim is falling and then Gowan launches off the top rope, landing the twisting moonsault and hooking the victim’s leg for the pin [If Chauncy is the legal man, he will either tag out to Gowan before executing the bulldog, or make the cover himself after Gowan's moonsault].)
2. Death From Above 2.0: double 360-twisting moonsaults (with FLAIR!)
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 24, 2013 9:15:05 GMT -6
Character Info Name: Chauncy Cyril Alastair Nottingham-Rottonbottom Height: 6' Weight: 200 lbs Hometown: Newcastle upon Tyne, England Alignment: +1 Entrance Music: Hungry Like The Wolf by Duran Duran Entrance Description: A girlish giggle shatters the silence and then the familiar sounds of "Hungry Like The Wolf" erupt over the speakers. A sedate Chauncy Nottingham trots out from the back and makes his way to the ring without fanfare. He climbs the steps and wipes his feet on the apron prior to entering the ring.
Physical Appearance: Build: well-muscled but not bulky Features: his most arresting feature are his piercing pale blue eyes (well that and the fact that he has a tendency to stare) Ring Attire: black wrestling tights with a red stripe going down both legs, red wrestling boots, black tank top, black elbow pads with the letters CN on them (basically the same as Gowan's except with red highlights) Gimmick: Chauncy is one of the Rottonbottom brothers, British shoot wrestling royalty (and a blue-blood snob). He loves Gowan to death and will follow him into any precarious situation simply to protect the man from himself. Personality: Outspoken and opinionated, Chauncy has a temper and it does flare from time to time. List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. He is a strong striker and his moves are powerful. 2. Respects the hell out of the business and his fellow competitors. Will NEVER cheat or play dirty. 3. Amazingly adept at chain wrestling. List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. Has a temper that he has trouble keeping in check where Gowan is concerned. 2. Intensely dislikes confrontation, and genuine hatred in his opponents. 3. Not as speedy as his partner, Chauncy has trouble keeping up with high fliers and will so his best to keep them grounded. Biography: Chauncy is the youngest of the Rottonbottom brothers, trained by his eldest sibling Percival Rottonbottom, he enjoyed marginal success in the UK prior to moving to the United States on his seventeeth birthday. Here he joined his brothers Percy and Stanley in the now-defunct Super Athletes Wrestling Federation (SAWF). Here he met Larry Gowan and immediately formed a tag team with him. The two captured the Tag Team Championships there, holding them twice before the promotion closed (they were champions when it did) The two lost touch over the years, mostly due to a nasty fall-out over Gowan's drinking. They finally reunited in 2009 while Gowan was working with MWA. The couple dated throughout their careers, finally marrying in secret in October of 2011. Wrestling Style: shooter Finishers 1. VERTIGO - spinning impaler ( LINK) 2. Nottingham Naptime - modified crossface chickenwing ( LINK) Signature Moves 1. Grounded For Life (spinning side slam) Regular Moves: 1. Bulldog 2. backdrop driver 3. backspin DDT 4. jumping clothesline 5. moonsault from the second turnbuckle 6. rocker dropper 7. spinning DDT 8. springboard ropeflip 9. tornado DDT 10. 450 splash 11. moonsault into an armdrag 12. reverse top-rope Frankensteiner 13. split-legged moonsault 14. top-rope inverted DDT 15. tilt-a-whirl suplex 16. flying sunset flip 17. half Boston leglock 18. Fujiwara armbar 19. vertical suplex powerbomb
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Gowan
Jan 24, 2013 9:14:22 GMT -6
Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 24, 2013 9:14:22 GMT -6
Character Info Name: Lawrence Gowan (…but you can call him Larry) Height: 5'7 Weight: 175 lbs Hometown: Toronto, Canada Alignment: +5
Entrance Music: Tom Sawyer by Rush
Entrance Description: The lights dim, and the sound of a radio scanning quickly through the dial fills the silence. Gowan's voice blasts through the speakers, screaming: "fire it up!" before being replaced with the unmistakable intro of "Tom Sawyer" by Rush.
[b]A modern-day warrior Mean, mean stride, Today's Tom Sawyer Mean, mean pride.[/b]
The volume grows over the sound system, getting a huge pop from the female fans in attendance. LG appears at the top of the ramp, both fists pumping in the air as the orange spots flare brighter around him.
[b]Though his mind is not for rent, Don't put him down as arrogant. His reserve, a quiet defense, Riding out the day's events. The river.[/b]
After slapping hands with everyone he can reach along the aisle, LG sprints the rest of the way to the ring, hopping up on the apron. With a grin, he pulls off his leather vest and tosses it up in the air before springing over the rope in his usual exuberant fashion.
Ring Introduction: Making his way to the ring now, standing at 5'7" and weighing in at 175 pounds, hailing from Toronto, Canada… "THE STRANGE ANIMAL" LARRY GOWAN!!
Physical Appearance: Build: small and compact (think Spike Dudley) Features: shoulder length dark hair, usually has random colors in his bangs (blue, purple or red), two piercings in his left ear (will take these out for wrestling matches), blue eyes
Ring Attire: black wrestling tights with an electric blue stripe going down both legs, electric blue wrestling boots, black tank top, black elbow pads with the letters LG on them Out-of-Ring Attire: usually dresses on the flamboyant side, ranging from tight leather pants to sequined jackets and silk shirts (rock star flair)
Gimmick: Larry Gowan is an old school purist babyface who is a crusader for equality and fair treatment in professional wrestling (he's openly gay). His philosophy is that he is a warrior borne of the chaos of the wrestling and entertainment industry and he takes it pretty seriously. Personality: LG is the nicest person on the face of the planet. He would give you the shirt off his back (and the skin too), if you needed it.
List up to three strengths of your character; they can be in-ring related, personality related, whatever you think helps define your character: 1. Innovation and reversals are his specialty. As a thirteen-year veteran of the sport, Gowan has seen and countered most of the moves out there. 2. Respects the hell out of the business and his fellow competitors. Will NEVER cheat or play dirty. 3. Charismatic and energetic, Gowan is able to hold the crowd in the palm of his hand with little to no effort.
List up to three weaknesses of your character: 1. Is too nice, to a fault. 2. Intensely dislikes confrontation, and genuine hatred in his opponents. 3. Will balk at hardcore matches. Refuses to use weapons of any kind, even if it means getting completely destroyed by a heel who is using one.
Biography: Although he's been employed by the wrestling industry since 1999, it wasn't until January 2001 that Larry Gowan made his mark on the scene. Shortly after befriending a quasi-rookie named Brad Jackson, Larry found himself in position for his first title win, the WCWF cruiserweight belt. Unfortunately, his record breaking longest title reign would be broken by the betrayal of Brad Jackson. Rebounding remarkably, Larry went on to reclaim his cruiserweight title again, as well as the INTV title in the latter months of 2002.
And then, just when things seemed to be looking up for the rising star, a senseless attack at the hands of his half-brother Shawn Stevens left him with a memory problem: backwards amnesia, and the inability to make short term memories. Showing true strength of spirit and determination, Larry refused to quit and overcame the odds. Being in the right place at the right time, went on to claim the US title and tag team title with his brother Shawn Stevens in the same night.
Months passed, and Gowan was on top of the world until what became his final WCWF match against Nathanial Duke in which Gowan was injured when the ring caved in, and both men spilled through an open service lift. Gowan sustained severe trauma to his neck, and spine, ending up in a coma for nearly five months before waking up. Surgeries corrected his injuries, but an intense fear of getting back in the ring forced WCWF to offer him a commissioner position to fill out the remaining years on his contract. In the fall of 2005, Gowan took his leave from WCWF and moved on to SAWF at the insistence of his former best friend, Jackson. Here he met another friend who would prove influential, and seemed to actually be on the verge of success until the promotion closed, leaving him unemployed yet again.
Years later, Gowan returned to the squared circle for a brief stint working in Millennium Wrestling Alliance (MWA) where he was employed for a year and a half beginning in May of 2008. In the latter months of his employment with MWA, he also worked a brief pay-per-appearance stint with the Silver State Battleground (SSB) promotion based out of Las Vegas where he racked up a meager two wins before the promotion went under and Gowan was subsequently injured at the hands of Brad Jackson, once again. He spent the next almost 2 years in recovery before doctors cleared him to wrestle.
Upon receiving this clean bill of health, he promptly joined Catholic Panda Wrestling (CPW) where he enjoyed a meteoric rise to the top that saw him capture and hold the Undisputed Panda Championship for an impressive ninety-five days before vacating the title over a controversial tournament. Tendering his resignation, Gowan moved on to so-called greener pastures.
Finding himself in the Internet Wrestling Federation (IWF), based out of New York City, LG enjoyed a nice winning streak of 10-0 before it came to a crashing halt at their November Pay-Per View event aptly called Dead End in which Gowan was one of the first men eliminated in an Elimination Chamber match for the World Title. From there he was defeated by a juggalo named Jake Jeckel and then placed into a tag team match with former friend-turned-rival Neville Sheldon. After enduring several intolerant slurs in regards to his sexual orientation courtesy of both Sheldon and other members of the roster and staff, Gowan quit the company.
In December of 2011, Gowan joined Sex & Violence Wrestling (SVW) where he worked alongside Chauncy for the next year, finally capturing the coveted Tag Team Championships in October of 2012. The pair never defended the belts as their booking schedule with the company became quite erratic in the latter months of 2012 and they chose to part ways with the company in January, vacating the belts and moving on in search of greener pastures.
Wrestling Style: high flyer/technical
Finishers 1. BAM SAID THE LADY! (BSTL) (springboard backflip three-quarter facelock diving bulldog [springboard cutter variation]. In this cutter the opponent and Gowan are in the corner. Gowan puts the opponent in the three-quarter Facelock then runs up the turnbuckle, becoming vertical, then turns in mid-air to land the cutter, usually floating over to hook the leg for a pinfall attempt. [Spike Dudley's Acid Drop]) 2. Death From Above (360-twisting moonsault with insane air time!) 3. The Big J.O.B. (inverted side headlock swinging bulldog: Gowan applies an inverted face lock on the victim. He then reaches over with his far arm and turns around so the victim is in a sort of side head lock facing upward and Gowan is now facing 180 degrees opposite of what he was originally facing. Gowan then falls and spins to the side, flipping the victim over and driving them face first into the ground.) *vintage finisher*
Signature Moves 1. Giant Killer (Dropkick to the knee) 2. Face Lift (Springboard Facebuster)
Regular Moves You don't need to fill out all the slots for moves. Common Moves 1. double-arm DDT 2. shining wizard 3. high dropkick 4. rolling elbow 5. millennium suplex 6. tornado DDT 7. facebuster 8. twist of fate 9. step up enziguri 10. springboard dropkick 11. Russian leg sweep 12. backdrop 13. reverse DDT 14. swinging neckbreaker 15. northern lights suplex
Submissions 1. spinning wristlock 2. spinning toehold 3. bow & arrow hold 4. sharpshooter 5. triangle choke
Running Strikes 1. high cross body block 2. springboard clothesline 3. spinning wheel kick
Running Grapples 1. running neckbreaker 2. running bulldog 3. tilt-a-whirl headscissors
Opponent Rebounding 1. lariat 2. dropkick to knee 3. jumping side kick
Turnbuckle Moves 1. dragoncanrana 2. frankensteiner
Aerial Moves 1. flying somersault splash 2. suicide plancha 3. asai moonsault 4. slingshot moonsault 5. flying headscissors 6. apron dive somersault
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Post by EXODUS Office on Jan 21, 2013 17:24:42 GMT -6
No, you usually get your matches in on time, which is great. We're just trying to schedule it so one of us can get results up well before the Royal Rumble, because...well...the Rumble. Also, for Time Zone questions... www.timezoneconverter.com/cgi-bin/tzc.tzc here ya go.
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